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As nurses, my sisters (hi sisters!!) could tell me a lot about triage. One thing I know, though, is that not all can be saved. Here (thanks to Richard) is a series taken over three days. My frustration is that I had a photo of this very tug afloat about a year ago, and I deleted it because of space considerations. Anyone recognize her? Answer follows.

One clue is on the forward portion of the wheelhouse, JARR D-E, a sort of CRO.

Wooden afterhouse smashed to kindling and the wheelhouse peeled back…

then hydraulic jaws of the Deere start to snip to bow from the rest of the hull.

I turn my eyes. I can’t bear to watch. What dramas unfolded here long ago.

Again a clue on the after port side although I can’t make out whether it says “girlshoe” or “girlshop” and what either could possibly refer to.

Hey frogma, don’t you think the lines on this be-barnacled bottom are sweet? Under the growth and scale, there may even be a signature. More performance art?